Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Twelve: Lisa

"Don't go near the dungeon. Ever." A voice called.

It was soothing and brushed away all my fears. Instead, there was fear resting in her eyes as she spoke to me in the lightest tone ever.

The lady tucked the strands of my hair behind my earlobe, placing wet and warm kisses on my forehead.

I nodded in agreement, thawing under her motherly concerned gaze.

I was playing with a ball and there were my friends I couldn’t recall the names of.

We were kicking it around the silent hall only crowded by our yells and joyous screams. I was unaware of this part of our house but I didn't care.

I was lost in my game.

I kicked the ball in a way it began to slip down the stairs. I followed after shortly and with feeble attempts to catch it between my clutches I continued to wander.

It went further down to a murky closed room behind a steel ajar door adorned by shackles.

My heart was skipping a beat every now and then as I peeked inside through the gap and heard the whispers.

I was adventurously scared as to what might come next. The whispers continued as I brought my ear closer to the gap. I couldn’t understand what they’re saying until I did.

They called out . . .

I didn't want to get up. My head was throbbing in pain along with my whole body.

Why did this have to hurt so damn much? I couldn't think straight. What happened to me? How did I end up . . . Oh right!

My eyes hovered everywhere to check if that thing was still there but the place had nothing but darkness.

A never-ending darkness wandering over the cave with foul smelling air surrounded me. I'd wished my trip to be a little better than this―a lot better actually.

I elevated myself up on my feet and shook off the dirt that masked my dress. My face was sore and dusty. Lord knew how bad I had to be looking right now!

Upsetting enough was my imprisonment that now I had to endure a muddy face with hungry tummy groaning deep than my whining.

I had to get out before It’d decide to come back.

My head fell back defeated as I tried to rise up on my foot. I looked up and saw the light almost vanishing away, it was the nightfall soon.

And perhaps going out right now would only cause me more troubles.

I had to. I reminded myself and balanced my wobbly feet. Clumsy might my steps would be were no compared to my bent backbone.

My spinal cord was an aching mess. The pit that allowed the light to fall inside also demonstrated how high the fall really as and I wasn’t much surprised if I had a throbbing back and ham-fisted feet that wanted to dance ridiculously.

I was on my own and at some point I was glad that no one could see me like this, especially her—wait! Her! Jennifer!

The thought of her lying somewhere in this cave invaded my mind and my eyes went off to find out her whereabouts before my body had a say in the topic.

I scampered leaning on the walls of the cave for support no matter how disgusted I’d felt in my gut because of the webs, I had to find her

That thing was after me, what were the odds of Jenna being safe. Aman, that man, what about him? Was he a pawn in this game just like Edward or was he just another stupid victim?